[He closes his eyes wearily and puts his palms before them.]
Lydia [gently]. Joe, you're tired. Please go upstairs.
Joe. Not quite yet. [Eagerly.] Lydia, you know what Aunt Harriet and I were arguing about. I saw it in your eyes.
Lydia. Of course. It's a beautiful idea.
Joe [excitedly]. Then you think I'm right.
Lydia [looking at the piano]. I hope to Heaven you are.
Joe [pleading]. Then do something for me, Lydia, please.
Lydia. What?
Joe. I've been so worried lately to think—how awful it is if a person dies without accomplishing anything.
Lydia. I wish you wouldn't talk like that.